To the beat of the music, my body let itself go and little by little, the day dissolved in time, as if making room for something better. That's when you arrived, with this conversation that is almost a melody in itself: light, fun, full of precise pauses and smiles that last. There's something about you that I can't quite explain... a mix of comfort and nostalgia, as if it were possible to rest in the midst of chaos just by being close. It's easy to talk to you, but hard to forget you. I'm left with that desire for more, more words, more looks, more of that which doesn't even have a name yet. You have a way of being that escapes common adjectives. It's charm that doesn't weigh down, friendliness that doesn't force, presence that leaves its mark. Perhaps only a Drummond, with his tenderness and precision, could describe someone like you... But even he, perhaps, would leave some verses blank, just to make room for the mystery that you are.